Idk it's about a guy called tom and a girl called y/n that hook up occasionally and then stop talking for a while cuz they're both running away from their feelings until later in life

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay

FAKE DATING "We are more than friends but less than lovers." - "Oh go to hell, I was trying to have an epiphany," I mutter as he pulls me onto the bed, leaving a light kiss on my shoulder. "If you're in the passenger seat, then I'll go anywhere sweetheart." 1 - #champagneproblems 09/12/21 3 - #summer 14/02/22 4 - #alltoowell 19/12/21 13 - #swift 05/01/22 05 - #onebed 03 - #lover 11 - #summerromance 05/01/22

Brielle Yves is the new girl, except she's not actually new. She's been to Langston before, but only when she was a little girl hiding in the toilets at lunch because she didn't want to get bullied. Back then, she would let everything slide through her, hurting her feelings and making her feel bad about herself. But now, Brielle is back, and will not let anything slide past her. Grayson Valente, the popular boy. Who everyone sees as perfect, but really he's just boy with a broken heart trying to piece it back together- but it's easier said than done. No one knows the real Grayson, until Brielle comes along obviously. But can they fix each other? Can they find happiness within each other? The Elite Girls Series #1

Years ago they would have called themselves lovers, while other people would have called them crazy for being so young and in 'love.' Suddenly, he moves away leaving her with no explanation and no goodbye. Seven years later, he's back and living under the same roof. Except now it's different, he's her servant, someone who she shouldn't be seen with romantically or at all. But when they begin to spend more time together, friendship isn't the only thing created and on the line. Everything is different, starting with the fact she doesn't remember him. Because he has a different name.

"𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔" ❥ As soon as I walk into the kitchen I'm greeted with the smell of fresh pancakes, and the pantie dropping sight of Elias cooking shirtless. His back muscles flex every time he flips another fluffy pancake. "Come here darling" He says, somehow not having to even turn around to know it's me. I happily walk over to him, standing behind him so that I can run my hands along his toned back. I hear the sound of the oven turning off before he turns to face me. Elias buries his head into my neck to leave small kisses while his arms wrap around my waist. As I'm enjoying the peaceful embrace of Elias and his mouth on my skin, the unexpected, cold, harsh slap to my ass has me inhaling sharply and wincing into Elias' shoulder. "Ares!" Elias sharply scolds the now chuckling man behind me. "Sorry baby" Ares whispers in my ear as he rubs the now sore spot he slapped. I turn my head so I can sneak a quick kiss from him which he happily accepts, deepening it a little before pulling away and snatching a pancake off the pan which earns a few curses from Elias. Ares let's me have a bite first before running off so Elias doesn't beat his ass. "They're so good love" I tell him before giving him a kiss, gaining his attention again. ❥ "𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛" - - - - - This book contains light bdsm and heavy smut, it's also fast-paced so don't say anything about stuff happening too fast cause I warned you and I don't care <3

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 ᥫ᭡ 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑰 "𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔" - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 ᥫ᭡